Aunt Norie’s sewing room

A child’s world — full of laughter, no worries, no grudges and so very trusting. Oh, if we could all only be more like children.

This little jewel I received unsigned, is so childlike in its wording. It is called “Grandma’s Glasses.”

A little boy said to a playmate: “When I get older I want to wear glasses just like my grandma wears. She must have a special kind because she can see much more than most people.

“She can see when folks are hungry or tired or sorry, and she can even see what’ll make them feel better. She can even see how to fix a lot of things to have fun with, and she can see what a feller meant to do, even if he didn’t do it right. She can see when a feller is about to cry and she can see what to do to make him feel better.

“I asked her one day how she could see so good, and she said it was the way she learned to look at things as she got older. So when I get older I want a pair of glasses just like Grandma’s so I can see good, too.”

I’m remembering an old friend and neighbor who used to say, “When the world is getting you down, chuck it all, pile it on the table, leave it. Go outdoors, find the kids, join ’em, play whatever they’re playing; stay long enough to totally unwind. Tomorrow is soon enough to go back to that pile of — whatever.”

Oh, and he remembers how his folks buried apples in straw to keep them for winter.